Sakura of DOOM

I dislike moving. More accurately, I despise it with every cell in my body. Not all the lifting of boxes and packing and trying to make sure everything fits in the trunk and then lugging it up three more flights of stairs while juggling the keys to open the door (though that sucks too). I hate seeing my formerly pretty apartment being torn down.

And while the new place is all nice and new (with washer/dryer), it's not my first apartment. Sigh. I get attached to things very easily. And it just looks so sad -- there's pretty much no furniture left, but all my stuff is still there, scattered all over the floor. Of course, only now do I realize that I took maybe a grand total of four pictures there. I have no visuals to remember the first place I lived by myself at all, and that makes me sad.

*sniff*

The nicer part is being able to unpack here and put everything together. Now I can try to figure out another way to organize my books and deal with the ever-present questions of: separate genres? separate trade pb/hc/mass market? English language manga with Chinese/Japanese manga? Will all my academic books fit in one shelf? That makes me slightly happier.

But I still am sad about my old apartment, despite the noise and the cabinets that never quite closed right. And this apartment's not quite my apartment because the boy's living here too. So we have small arguments over where to put stuff, and now I am wanting a place that is just mine so I can put stuff wherever.

Wah, getting teary and nostalgic now =(.

I have internet!!!!

I also have an apartment and all sorts of stuff. Unfortunately some essential pieces of furniture, like my couch, my dining table and my bookshelves don't get here till August. So my apartment is a mess. It's just been this huge pain setting up because the cell phone reception in here is absolutely lousy, and I haven't gotten a landline yet. So communicating with anyone outside the apartment is a bit of a pain. These past few days, mostly I've just been unpacking, cleaning, and determining other things I need to buy. And every time I start cleaning up, I think of more things I need, like hangers or bookshelves or something. Or a filing cabinet. Then I have to figure out where to get it, then I get it and forget what I was doing. Haven't even started cooking yet because I don't have plates.

At least my bedroom is in a fairly presentable state (though the bookshelves are in horrible disorder).

I still don't like driving. At all. It makes me all nervous and tense. So I got a bike so I can do healthy things like bike to the public library (woohoo), except the first day I try to ride it, I nearly get run over. The walk sign stays on for the length of time it takes to get approximately halfway across the street. Then the cars get to go, except I'm still stuck in the middle of the street. So I kept going, because, hey, Middle of the Street, just wanted to get to the other side, except this car just kept going and tried to run me over or something. It was very nervewracking.

Pictures of my apartment below (very messy, see above explanation):

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Am mad packing today, which is just weird. I'm a packrat -- I own something, I must keep it forever and ever and ever. Especially if it was a gift from someone, even if it's a gift I never use and don't even want. So I have years and years and years of stuff piled up, compounded by the fact that I can't take the larger items home to Taiwan to dispose of it in a relatively kind fashion.

My sister now thinks I'm insane because I have all this stuff. It also doens't help that I'm a compulsive shopper.

Baccalaureate was.. interesting. I got to dress up in my cap and gown (gown is made of cheap nylon, ew). The cap gets in my way all the time, as does the tassel. We all had to stand in line for a very long time in the rain, which sucked. Lots of prayers in the University chapel, which is absolutely gorgeous.

And right now, I'm really tired and I have to get up at 8 in the morning. More about the Step Sing, Baccalaureate, and Class Day tomorrow.